Chapter 32 Antidote (I)

The sun is rising, and the cold air has not yet dissipated. The warm morning light pierces the clouds, awakening the sleeping creatures.

The whole campus suddenly came alive.

……

"Third brother, can't you pay it back? Didn't you forget that you have class this morning?" Zhang Bo scratched his hair a few times. He looked decadent, but his voice was clear and loud.

"Hey, third brother, it's rare that you can stay in bed too." Zhuge Yun was stroking his hair and teasing. You know, the third brother was always the first one to get up in their dormitory, and his regular life amazed them.

Did the sun rise from the west today? The third child actually got up late?!

"Third brother, are you not feeling well?" Zhao Lu was a careful child. The first thing he thought of was whether there was something wrong with his third brother's health.

Unlike the other two who are so thick-skinned.

Xiao Xiao felt somewhat relieved.

"It's okay. Maybe I caught a cold yesterday and my head isn't feeling well."

"Please ask the teacher for leave for me."

……

After the dormitory door was closed, Xiao Xiao couldn't help but wail.

"Damn it, why does this head still hurt so much?"

Last night, he moved step by step and went through a lot of difficulties to finally get back to the dormitory before the curfew.

Speaking of it, it's just a handful of bitter tears.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he lay on the bed motionless, his head a mess.

However, although he was extremely sleepy, he had a severe headache, so he could not fall asleep completely and was always in a state of half sleeping and half awake.

Even after a night's rest, I didn't feel refreshed at all. I just felt more tired.

It's really heartbreaking.

If he had known that the consequences of summoning the duck would be so disastrous, he would definitely think twice before doing it!
Now that I think about it, maybe Qin Yuan and Er Shu could deal with the spotted 鸩. Why is he so desperate to use the duck?

Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? Do you understand?

Xiao Xiao covered his head and groaned, feeling full of regret.

……

Xiao Xiao turned over and felt something pressing on his back. He reached out and touched it, and he knew what it was.

Huh? Was it his imagination? Did he feel his headache was relieved?

Xiao Xiao grabbed the demon mirror and felt it carefully.

It seemed as if something was transmitted from the Demon Mirror through the fingertips.

The cool breeze flowed down his arm to his brain, giving a slight relief to his brain that felt like it was being violently thrashed by a knife.

Xiao Xiao was overjoyed and held the Demon Mirror tightly.

He had had enough of this headache, even if it was just for one night.

……

The frown on Xiao Xiao's face, which had not been relaxed since last night, finally relaxed a little.

Even though his head still hurt, it was within his tolerable range.

Moreover, the Demon Mirror should only be able to help alleviate his headache to this extent, right?

Xiao Xiao held the Demon Mirror for a while and found that the severity of his headache had not changed at all.

Then you know, that’s it.

Even though the headache problem was not completely solved, Xiao Xiao was still very surprised. This demon mirror was indeed a treasure.

Although it is both a good guy and a bad guy, it is the one that drains his energy and also the one that helps him heal his wounds.

This is a complete beginning and end, right?

Haha, Xiao Xiao curled the corners of his mouth weakly.

...Xiao Xiao finally regained some strength.

After climbing out of bed and washing up simply, Xiao Xiao took out his tea set and prepared to make tea for himself.

His throat felt uncomfortable, dry and stuffy, and his voice was dry and hoarse as well.

At this moment, he desperately needed a cup of tea to soothe his wounded heart.

……

Xiao Xiao's family runs a teahouse. Having been influenced by his family since childhood, he naturally knows how to make good tea.

Dormitory conditions were limited, but he didn't get hung up on details.

From the large open balcony, large swathes of sunlight shine directly into the bedroom, casting mottled shadows.

Xiao Xiao's face was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but his eyes were calm and his expression was focused, and the movements of his hands were smooth and flowing, like the breeze and the bright moon, without a trace of worldly air, and without any instability or stagnation.

The clear and mellow tea aroma rises up, lingering in the light golden morning light, so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

In the warm and clear plum green tea cup, the apricot yellow tea soup was clear and bright. The Junshan Silver Needle tea that was suspended vertically in the air when it was just brewed had sunk and stood upright at the bottom of the cup.

Xiao Xiao sat upright, pinching the rim of the cup with his thumb and index finger, and supporting the bottom of the cup with his middle finger. He took a light sniff and could already smell the fragrance of tea. He took another deep breath and felt as if a fresh air was flowing through his body, and even the pain in his head seemed to be relieved a little.

Xiao Xiao took a big sip of the tea, which lingered slightly in his mouth before he swallowed it into his stomach.

The slight astringency at first makes the sweet aftertaste even more refreshing.

A stream of fresh air rose from his throat, and Xiao Xiao felt refreshed, and the discomfort all over his body dissipated a lot.

Only after finishing a pot of tea did Xiao Xiao put down the teacup with a sense of unsatisfied feeling.

Very good, my condition has finally recovered to 70%. Now, it’s time to get down to business.

……

Yanjing Third People's Hospital is as bustling with people coming and going as usual.

Walking through the noisy crowd, Xiao Xiao no longer felt the irritability and depression he had before.

Even the smell of disinfectant that I always hated was not so unbearable anymore.

The reason is simply that I am in a good mood.

……

"Uncle, aunt, hello." Not surprisingly, he met Lin's father and mother at the door of Lin Zhenzhen's ward. The corners of Xiao Xiao's mouth, which had been slightly raised since he arrived at the hospital, deepened the upward arc.

"Xiao Xiao?" Lin's father and mother were quite surprised. He had just come yesterday, so why was he here again today?
"Xiao Xiao, could it be..." Lin's mother suddenly remembered what Xiao Xiao said yesterday - I will cure Lin Zhenzhen's face, and she couldn't help but ask, but swallowed the rest of the words. She wanted to know the answer, but was afraid of getting a negative answer. Her heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably, and she almost felt like she couldn't breathe.

Father Lin's eyes were burning. He was much more rational than Mother Lin. In fact, Mother Lin was confused because of her concern. If Xiao Xiao was not sure, why would he show up in the hospital the next day as promised?

However, Father Lin simply couldn't believe it. This was a disease that was equivalent to a death sentence for the hospital, a disease that all doctors were helpless to treat, but a student actually had a way to treat it?
"Well, I got the antidote."

"Antidote?"

"Yes, the antidote for the poison on Lin Zhenzhen's face."

……

Xiao Xiao and Lin's father and mother walked into the ward.

Lin Zhenzhen didn't sleep well, so she opened her eyes as soon as they came in.

Seeing Xiao Xiao, Lin Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, staring at Xiao Xiao with her eyes wide open.

Yesterday's promises, yesterday's tears, are still fresh in her ears and vivid in her mind. Lin Zhenzhen slowly closed her hands under the quilt and clenched them into fists. Her bitten nails left deep marks on her tender palms.

……

Xiao Xiao did not hesitate. Looking at the girl who had become emaciated in such a short time, he knew that she had suffered too much for this.

"Drinked."

Xiao Xiao handed Lin Zhenzhen a small glass bottle, which contained a scarlet liquid. The liquid had different shades of color flowing in the slightly rippling water, and there was a sense of foreboding in the weirdness.

These are the tears of the spotted hen.

It is also the antidote for Lin Zhenzhen’s poisoned face.

(End of this chapter)